Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2 - Sex Stories

Ty & Cinda--A Tale of Forbidden Love-Part 2

... to piss. “Where are you when I need you, Cinda?” The nurse interrupted my reverie. “Did you call me?” “No, Ma’am I was just thinking out loud.” My concentration returned to my cock as I began to empty my bladder. After washing my hands I slowly staggered out. The nurse took my arm and helped me back to the bed. “This is why the doctor wants you to stay in bed for a while. Some of the drugs you’re taking are really strong. Now…easy does it. Would you like to sit up?” I shook my head thinking the pain would be easier to bear if I was lying down. Closing my eyes I saw Cinda’s face again and was soon sound asleep. “Ty? Ty? Wake up, honey.” I recognized my mom’s voice. “What time is it, Mom?” “Almost 10:30; they told me you slept right through breakfast. You must be starving. You didn’t have anything for dinner last night either. We need to get you dressed so I can take you home.” Mom must have been able to read my mind. “Yes, Cinda will come to see you after school. Let me help you dress.” “Mom! Can’t I have a little privacy…please? Just hand me the shorts and boxers.” I pulled them on under my hospital gown. I did allow Mom to help me get my shirt over my head. An orderly came in with a wheelchair and I eased down into it. Seconds later I was on my way out. I was calm and relaxed until we reached the door. There were more than a dozen reporters and cameramen waiting there for me. Questions came from every direction until I held my hand up. Even then several continued with ...

... questions. I remembered a strategy used by some of my teachers, waiting silently for their cooperation. “Thank you. I really have no comment right now. I’m so doped up I barely know I’m even alive. I’ll talk to my mom about setting something up later in the week.” We were almost to Mom’s car when I heard someone shout, “Who’s Cinda?” Turning toward the reporters I said, “That I will answer—the woman who means more to me than anyone except possibly my mother.” I was in the car a moment later as Mom drove me away. I had a thought once we were off the hospital grounds. “Can we stop for a milkshake, Mom? I’m really starving, but I don’t know about chewing the way my head hurts.” “Okay, dear—we can stop at Jamison’s, but you’re staying in the car. Strawberry…as usual?” “Thanks, Mom.” A few minutes later I was sipping my frosty treat. I didn’t have to worry about brain freeze—I already had that. “Mom,” I asked once I was done, “I saw you and Grandma on TV last night. I saw you when the Coast Guard brought me in and told you that Grandpa was dead. Why didn’t either you or Grandma cry?” “We need to have a very long chat and we’ll do that as soon as we’re back at your grandmother’s. I haven’t exactly been totally honest with you. Okay, just a few more minutes.” I sat there amazed…unbelieving. What the hell was going on? Mom helped me into the house and once there I was put immediately into bed as per doctor’s orders. Mom and Grandma brought chairs in from the dining room and sat facing me. ...